Today I'm sliding doing a slippery slope, and it's delicious
Today I heed nobody's sage advice
Today is a hot car and a song that irks nobody
Today we figure nothing out

Except for a study I've been making of your hair

Let's go somewhere it won't matter where we went, you know I want to
Taste the salt of summer on your lips
I'm tired of wasting time on these bipolar magnet antics
Let's just see for how long we can kiss

Everyone's getting a toothache from
All the sugar in this song
But I really don't give a damn
Give me some more of that light sweet crude

Tomorrow we'll sit down and make a list of all our failings
Tomorrow we'll have grievances to air
Tomorrow we'll grow tired of the chaise-longue hurly-burly
Tomorrow we'll have figured nothing out

But today we make everything appear in Super 8

You'll berate me for my lack of plans and I'll say it's living for today
But as your foot becomes a flag I can't complain about today